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  1. Version

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    Shouta Oone was feeling that his daily school life had become dull. In the midst of his boredom, he coincidentally ends up learning the outrageous secret of his classmate, Ichigo Otohime! This is a bittersweet youth story, adorned with a secret that mustn't be leaked! I will be adding new chapters as they are released so be sure to follow the file. Note: Latest chapters 16-17, have not been translated and has a poor resolution. I will fix this once a proper scan is available as well as the translation when it is completed. Update: Chapter 17 was added March 26 2018

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  2. My parents friends have a daughter who I have met a few times and we've got on well and connected in a few ways, but most of interests we share I only found out through my parents and not directly from her. She's a really sweet and lovely girl with a nice smile and glowing eyes. She's got a few extra pounds but still has a very feminine figure. She only turned 18 a few months ago and left school in summer 2017. The last time my parents met up with her parents at a christmas party they were informed that she has become sad and lonely and depressed. Her friends she had at the end of the school had gone their separate ways and headed off to college while she was still at home having to work at her parents company because her boss at her previous job was a cruel bitch. And they also told my parents she is depressed because everyone around her is falling in love and getting married while she has never been with anybody, dated or even been asked out. Part of me wants to ask her out because I feel sorry for her but I actually do think I have feelings for her because I've thinking about her more and more since valentine's day's coming up. I'm just really stuck about how to go about doing this. I'm sorry if this seems like a stupid question but it's probably really obvious by now that I'm very inexperienced at dating girls and relationships etc. Please be nice :)
  3. LucyVersion2.0

    the shield Dirty Shield Brothers

    Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past. About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant. Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned. “Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” “Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.” Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?” Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.” Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?” Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.” Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.” “I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving. Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.” Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes. “It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again. Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?” Seth nodded and wiped his eyes. “As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him. Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.” Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.” “Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?” “Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief. Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did. When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.” “Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean. Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.” “The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.” “Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.” Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth. After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.” Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry. “Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed. “I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table. “You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.” “True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not. Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.” “No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.” “Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked. “Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.” Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.” “Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...” “I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good. “They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone. “I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.” Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.” Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.” Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!” Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?” Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.” “Want to look at more gifts?” “No, actually.” “How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.” “Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?” “Of course.” Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.” Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?” “More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter. “Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left. Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.” “I'll get your urinal.” “I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers. He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt. “That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?” “Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.” “Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?” “Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?” “Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.” “How long before it wears off?” “Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt. Dean came back in. “You okay?” “I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-” “Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.” Seth began to eat. “What for?” “BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.” “Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed. Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?” Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced. “Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold. “No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to get your nurse?” “No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!” Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.” “I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!” “It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.” “Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.” All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex. Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then. “Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love. When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words. Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.” Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.” “You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.” Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!” “Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested. Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again. “Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.” “So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held. “That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.” Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago. When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours. Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.” Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.” Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.” “Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed. “You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.” “I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.” “Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.”
  4. Brittanybunny

    What is your idea of romantic?

    So I am sure there are plenty of girls here and guys who either are married, dating or single. What have you always seen as a romantic gesture? Is there a level for certain things? I currently have my significant other and we are two goofballs who love video games and talking about shit that pisses us off that others would get offended by. We are a long distance couple but we know the number of miles doesn't control how we love. We have talked about our first real date and how we are probably gonna go to mcdonalds and then chilling out and watching YouTube while eating more junk. To me, I dont need to be taken out to a five star restaurant as a first day to be shown that im loved. Im the old fashion type, so the smallest things will be romantic to me. Do you feel the same?
  5. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
  6. Yo, Omo-G, this one's for you! Hope ya like it! :D On a very hot day, Anne was finally able to enjoy the waves after the beach had closed for more than two weeks. She was showing off in her sexy black swimsuit that completely covered her body (though people could partially see her butt crack). As she savors the moment, she takes a deep breath and runs at full speed straight towards the water. She liked to swim at very deep levels, usually up to seventeen feet. Today, she aims for twenty-five feet. "I wonder what I could find under here," she said as she searches the sea floor in hope to find something good, like a shell or some pearls (or even rare jewels). Luckily, she finds a shiny black conch shell. The first thing she notices about it, though, was the fact it matched her swimsuit perfectly. She takes the conch and stuffs it in her chest, then looked for more treasure. As she swims around, she thinks back to what she had for breakfast this morning; two bowlfuls of rice cereal, three oranges, a lot of orange juice, and two Pop Tarts. She even recalls having the leftover pizza from the other night. She wondered what would be for dinner today when all of a sudden: *BUMP* Anne groaned as she bumped her head against another person's head. It actually turned out that they both ran into each other. Anne rubbed her head and suddenly saw several bubbles escape her mouth. Running out of air, she rushes back to the surface to catch her breath. But before she could make it, she felt a strong hand grab her leg. Fortunately, she breaks free and makes it to the surface before she lost all of her air and drowned. She was practically at that verge, too; when she got to the surface, she hacked and coughed as she spits up the water that had entered her lungs. After she was finally able to breathe well, she dives back underwater and chases the person that tried to drown her. The chase had led them halfway back to the beach, and Anne was ready to beat the living crap out of the mysterious person. She eventually caught him, turned him around, and held him by his neck. If there were two reasons why she suddenly stopped, it were because she recognized his face, and that her bladder had suddenly filled up. It was her boyfriend Calvin. Though she was the very nice girl type, she couldn't forgive him for trying a stunt like that. She takes him to the surface and first lands a big slap onto his face, leaving a big red mark oh his cheek. "What the hell was that for?!" Calvin shouted. "For grabbing me knowing that I was about to drown!" Anne snapped, gasping for breath. "But I was trying to get your attention--" "'Get my attention'!? You could have killed me, you bastard!" Anne, in a quite furious rage, swims off to the shore, in an attempt to resist kicking Calvin where the sun doesn't shine. But she comes back into the water in an attempt to empty her full bladder into the water, before being told to leave the beach as it was just closing for the day. She grabbed her towel and walked towards her house, but stopped halfway to look for someplace to use as a pit stop. She could feel that her bladder is going to burst soon. "I sure hope there's a bush somewhere," Anne said, desperately trying to hold in her hot liquids. She finds a big bush in front of a small house which actually looked to be vacant. She walks towards it, but every step she took, a drop of her hot liquids had escaped from her bladder into her swimsuit. Because the swimsuit was pitch black, it would actually be hard for anyone to see any stains, not to mention that she had just came from the water at the beach, so she was already wet. Her only concern is that someone would see the stream if she releases it too soon. Sadly for her, she had only two options: wet herself in plain sight and embarrass herself, or slide her swimsuit to the side and just go and risk getting arrested for indecent exposure (her "goods" would be in plain sight). She almost wanted to go for option 1, but she could feel that someone was approaching her from behind. She thought it was Calvin again, but she knew that his house was closer to the beach. She looked in case it wasn't, and continued to creep towards the big bush when all of a sudden, she feels something touch her hip. Scared, she made a break for it, but tripped on a hole in the sidewalk and fell flat on her stomach on the concrete driveway. At that point, her bladder had let completely loose as it formed a puddle between her legs and part of her stomach and thighs. Though she was able to stop it halfway, she felt embarrassed that she wet herself in front of her house, not to mention that she discovered wounds on her legs, her thighs, her shoulders, and part of her face. What was worse, it wasn't anyone at all; it was just a leaf falling from a tree. Devastated, she limps to the front door crying, just as Calvin was showing up, who was shocked to see her walk around with open wounds all over her body. "Don't look at me!" Anne snapped, embarrassed to the point that she didn't even want Calvin to see her like this. But she apologizes afterwards. "Sorry..." In a heartbeat, Calvin gets a first aid kit, takes her to the bathroom, and puts bandages on Anne's wounds (after cleaning them, of course). Then he could smell the wet patch on her swimsuit. He runs his hand against it and sniffs it. It was definitely her urine. Anne began to feel aroused as she spurts out a big drop into her swimsuit, darkening them some more. She then picks him up and kisses him deeply. As she kisses him deeper and more passionately, she gently runs his hand against her privates. Feeling more aroused, she slipped his hand inside the swimsuit and ran it directly against her privates. Calvin could tell that she was aroused by how deeply she was kissing him and how she was rubbing herself with his hand. Eventually, she felt so aroused that she sprayed what was left of her bladder onto his hand as well as into the swimsuit. She almost wanted to reach her hand down his pants, but she had a better idea in mind. She took him into her bedroom and sat him onto her bed. She then started to rub her privates against his leg. "I love you," Anne whispered into Calvin's ear as she took his other hand and placed it on one of her breasts, and suddenly remembered that she was carrying a conch in it. But then the realized that she has the most important treasure in her life right here.
  7. At the desk in the back left corner of the room, next to the window, Eiji Tojo sat with his chin resting on his forearm, listlessly staring about the classroom. Usually, gazing thoughtfully out the window would be far more entertaining, but the sun's rays were hitting the window at such an angle that even a cursory glance to his left would have blinded him. No matter, though, as Eiji fortunately had other things to occupy his mind. Not what the teacher was yammering about, nor what was written on the board, of course. Those were pointless and boring compared to how he usually spent his time: playing with his superpower. Something that occupied and excited him, despite its odd, obscene nature, since he'd discovered he had it when he was seven years old. With a light pop, audible to no one but himself, Eiji manifested rectangular meters going from zero to one hundred above the heads of everyone in the room, himself included. The meters measured, of all things, the bladder fullness of the person whose head it floated above. Each of his classmates had a different amount of the meter filled: some in the single digits, some hanging in the twenties, and one brimming near sixty over the head of the shy, bespectacled brunette girl on the other end of the room. Eiji's own meter was around sixty as well, enough to be naggingly uncomfortable, as the glasses girl must've been feeling as well. With a downward motion of his index finger, as if he were lowering the volume on a clock radio, Eiji drained his meter of its glowing yellow liquid filling. The "rules" of his power, however, required him to place what he drained from one person's meter into another person's meter. Eiji wasn't sure exactly why the power worked like that, but it seemed logical enough and he accepted it because it was simply how it'd always been. Eiji scanned the room, looking for someone to dump his excess meter into. The target of the refill had to be within line of sight, and within twenty yards -- easy enough for a classroom like this, small and packed to the brim, humid and hot in the waning summer afternoon. Lazily raising his index finger, Eiji filled a blonde female classmate's meter from twenty-five to forty-five. What was her name, again? Eiji briefly wondered as the blonde girl began to readjust her legs, wearing a surprised expression of discomfort. He didn't care whose meter he filled, honestly -- to the friendless loner, everyone in the class was nothing more than a receptacle for his excess meter, and watching the person squirm, no matter who they were, was monumentally entertaining. It mattered so little, in fact, that he began simply waving his fingers at random, filling and emptying his classmates' meters without a haphazard thoughtlessness. "E-... eek...!" A shrill gasp caught the attention of the entire room, Eiji included. The bespectacled girl who was at sixty percent before -- what was her name? -- suddenly thrashed in her seat, crossing her legs in an obvious vice grip as sweat beaded down her forehead and flowed around her panicked eyes. Eiji flicked his gaze to the space over her head, where her nearly topped-out meter hung at ninety-five percent full. Rats. As much love as Eiji had for the discomfort of those around him, he couldn't bear the thought of actually filling someone's meter to the top. Urine, especially on a hot day like this, especially spilled in the same room as him, was abhorrent! He'd hated the sight, smell, and even the idea of it since before he gained his superpower! Well, no matter. It was easy enough of a fix, at least. Eiji raised his hand toward the struggling girl -- was her name Emily? -- to lower her meter, but before he could swipe his finger downward, his eyes caught sight of her bravely struggling, smooth, and lightly pimple-spotted face, her long eyelashes brushing delicately against the inner frames of her glasses, and her thick, luscious brown hair as it swayed effortlessly with her body's movements. Wait, huh? Why was he noticing this all of a sudden? "She's pretty cute." As the fleeting, meaningless thought crossed Eiji's mind, the bespectacled girl's meter suddenly, with a sound like crackling electricity, went haywire. The meter began to drain and fill repeatedly with no rhyme or reason, with no input from Eiji. The liquid inside turned from yellow to deep red to bright pink, intensifying more and more in glow. Eiji swiped his finger downward frantically, desperately trying to right the shocking, unprecedented situation, all while... what was her name, dangit?!... continued struggling. Suddenly, the meter vanished altogether. Eiji tried "resetting" his power, turning it off for everyone and then back on with another pop. Glasses Girl's meter was still missing. "H-hah..." she whimpered, doubling over at her desk. This caught the attention of even the teacher, Mr. Yoshinobu. "Is everything alright, Harumi?" the teacher asked monotonously. Aha! So THAT was her name! Right, right... Harumi Etsuko. "T-toilet..." the girl struggled to say, her voiced pitched several octaves higher than normal. Giggles and snickers began to fill the room. Eiji stomach churned and went cold. He didn't want the girl to wet herself, both out of his personal distaste for the act and a feeling of pity that had begun welling up within. The meter, however, still hadn't reappeared. This was the first time his superpower had ever malfunctioned! Of all places, of all times, why here, why now, why this particular girl?! "She's pretty cute." The thought echoed in Eiji's head, stronger this time. Her struggle, her writhing legs, her sweating brow, her glasses, and...! *drip* ...her urine. Harumi lost her battle. She looked and sounded absolutely humiliated, sobbing shakily as her bodily fluids drained rapidly, pooling into her seat, staining her uniform's skirt, and spilling over onto the floor with deafeningly loud splashes. Laughter now permeated the room, mingling with the heavy humidity and stench of pee. Eiji's heart skipped a beat. "Disgusting!" screamed his brain. "Disgusting!" shouted his instincts. "She's... really cute," cooed his heart. "A... alright, class, go ahead and file out. You're dismissed early today," the teacher stammered over Harumi's cries, "and don't forget your homework and use this... incident... as an excuse!" he added sharply. The laughter began to subside as the class started filtered out, avoiding Harumi's still-spreading, lukewarm puddle and whispering God-knows-what to each other in hushed tones. Eiji was the last in line to leave, walking slowly and deliberately, struggling against the overwhelming urge to crane his neck for a clearer look at the mortified, yet somehow irresistibly adorable girl. "Ahem, hm. Eiji-kun?" Mr. Yoshinobu called, his voice hoarse after clearing his throat. Eiji froze in place, paralyzed by both fear and surprise. "Y-yes, sir?" Eiji replied, his voice cracking noticeably. "I'll need you to help Ms. Etsuko with her things while I get the janitor in here to clean the, er... mess." A weak whine burst from Harumi's throat at the end of the teacher's sentence. Eiji audibly gulped. Turning around, praying desperately his flushed cheeks weren't noticeable, Eiji Tojo made eye contact with the misty, damp, bespectacled eyes of the impossibly cute brunette girl he just made wet herself. To be continued~<3
  8. Damnation

    Imaginary world

    Chapter 1 I landed my heavy steps against a dark asphalt that seemed to create a never ending road in front of me. Grey, tall buildings around me made myself feel small and their ominous outlook with windows without even a single sight of light made me feel uneasy. The sky was dark, only few stars were visible. Cold breeze caught my black, hip-long hair. I could smell the rain in air, yet it wasn't raining. My head felt hollow and fuzzy. I couldn't remember where I was coming from or where I was heading to, but I had to keep walking forwards, like it was programmed in me. I looked behind my back and the view was exactly the same that it was in front of me - never ending road till the horizon surrounded by spooky lifeless looking buildings. I started to feel anxious, I didn't know how long I had walked and it began to feel exhausting. "Uhh-uh..." I heard silent moan escaping from my lips as I suddenly felt like a stone had been dropped into my stomach, making me need to pee. I wanted to stop walking, but my legs didn't stop moving. There was this invisible force that made me unable to control myself fully. I felt it's presence, it was in me, in the air. It was everywhere but yet nowhere. Landscape hadn't changed a bit. I felt like I was walking on my place. Maybe I had died and I was in Hell. I didn't believe such places like Hell or Heaven, but being here, only walking forwards, like it was the meaning of life, made me suspect my beliefs. I felt cold rain drops stinging on my skin and I suddenly felt more awake. Something had changed. I started to hear some music. It wasn't coming from any particular direction; It filled everything around me and every part of my body. This is a dream Blurry images began to show up in my mind. They got more clear by every picture. It was like someone had put photo presentation of my history in my mind. Walking alone, but the streets were not empty I'm leaving a trail behind of myself Trail of bodies Trail of blood I see a light so bright I'm becoming blind Everything around me Falls apart I closed my eyes as the light I saw was so bright it hurt my eyes. My body became so heavy, I dropped to my knees. I felt like I was falling yet I felt the ground firmly under me. I was shaking. No. Everything else was shaking. I opened my eyes with a grain of salt. Everything I had seen few moments back around me was being cut into pieces like a fragile paper. I am insane This isn't happening Strange feeling filled me as my bladder gave in. I was rocking my body back and forth, still on all fours, slowly peeing in my panties, repeating to myself that I need to wake up.
  9. lalala85

    New Things

    I've never written a story such as this before, but I thought I would give it a shot and base it off of my personal fantasies. While being fantasy, it is a realistic story and loosely based on experiences I had with an ex. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, then I'll happily write more. About the characters: Brittany - A petite 21-year-old girl. About 5'5", with wavy brown hair that went just past her shoulders, green eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses that people often (incorrectly) assumed were fake. She has a rather thin figure with average physical features. Logan - Just an average 22-year-old guy. 6'0" tall, short brown hair, and dark brown eyes to match. A bit below average in weight and figure. Brittany and Logan have a very special relationship. They're in their early 20s, have been together for about a year and a half, and are madly in love. It's quite rare to find two people as perfect for each other in every way as Brittany and Logan are. They are now at the point in their relationship where they live together, in a small one-bedroom apartment. It isn't the nicest place, but they have each other, and that is more than enough. Their relationship is sickly sweet that way. Brittany and Logan lie in their queen-sized bed, exhausted from the sex they just had - or was it making love? Hard to tell at this point anyway, it all felt the same. Brittany slides her hand up Logan's chest, barren except for the thick patch of hair atop his sternum. "You were incredible, honey," he remarked. Brittany just kind of laughed at this. "You don't need to tell me that every time, sweetie. I can't be incredible every time." She mounted herself on top of his waist, and slowly lowered her naked torso onto his, locking eye contact. Logan knew what this meant - it meant she had something to tell him. Was it important? He would find out soon, in any case. "You know..." Brittany started, as she righted herself back up and twirled his chest hair with her finger. "We've never gotten weird," she noted. Logan chuckled to himself. "Oh? You want to get weird?" he asked. "How so?" Brittany smiled. "However so you would like. I bet there's something that you would love for me to do to you that you've been keeping from me." Logan grinned as Brittany's eyes widened. "Well... I have always wanted to fuck you while our midget neighbor Ted watches." The two stared at each other, until one of them broke. They had these staring contests often, and Brittany usually won. This time was no exception. As Logan began to laugh, so did Brittany, and she started to playfully punch his chest. "You asshole," she smiled. "I'm serious, Logan. I want to try whatever it is that you're into. You know I'll still love you for it." Logan sighed. "And I'll still love you when you say no," he remarked. She looked at him with disappointment. "Honey, don't be that way. It can't be that bad, whatever it is," she assured him. "Do you really need me to go get Ted? He's tending his garden right now." Logan laughed. "No, it's really not Ted. It's... I don't even want to explain this to you." Brittany frowned as she realized he didn't feel as if he could trust her to stay with him. She began to twirl his chest hair at a faster rate. "Logan, you can tell me anything. Just say what it is." Logan sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine," he began. At this point he felt it would probably be in his best interest to just come out with it already, and so he did. "I want to see you in diapers." He buried his face in his hands after his admission. Brittany began to laugh at his misfortune. "Oh honey, is that really it?" There were times when Logan was embarrassed or otherwise upset with Brittany when he would simply nod his head in confirmation. This was one of those times. Brittany smiled as she began to think of all of the things she can do for him now that he's confessed this to her. Logan removed his hands from his face to see her lovely smile and suddenly felt more secure in himself. "So... will you? Wear a diaper, I mean. It would be really sexy, and would mean a lot to-" She simply laughed quietly and shushed him with her finger. She sat for a moment, so as to think about it. "That... Depends," Brittany said, slyly. Her smile widened as if she were truly proud of her wordplay. "Oh honey, Depends are terrible. You have a lot to learn," Logan joked. "Of course, you're a diaper hipster," Brittany laughed. "And these diapers..." she continued. "You want me to pee in them?" Logan blushed at her bold question. "I mean, if you want, it's up to you, I don't really care." His embarrassment made his true answer very clear. "Oh come on, I know you secretly loved it when I accidentally pissed on you in bed that one time," Brittany assured. Logan closed his eyes and smiled to himself as he remembered the moment. Brittany let out a small laugh as she bent down and kissed him on his forehead. "So when am I getting my first diaper change?" she asked, sounding quite excited at the proposition. "You dirty girl," Logan smiled. "I'll order some for you today while you're at work. You can't buy the good ones in stores," he said, once again suggesting his diaper elitism. "Diaper hipster!" Brittany joked once again. She gave him another kiss, got out of bed, and started getting ready for work. Brittany was excited to turn Logan on, Logan was excited to see his beautiful girlfriend in a diaper, and both of them were equally excited to know that their relationship had just become even closer. Five days had passed since Logan made his online purchase. He decided on buying multiple diapers for Brittany, so he could let her pick which ones she wanted to wear first. He got a package that looked relatively clinical in use, a package of thick adult diapers that happened to look like they were for babies, and a package of real baby diapers - she was small enough to fit into them, he figured. And certainly cute enough. The package arrived at some point before he came home from work. He smiled as he saw the box, and excitedly carried them into the bedroom. Brittany came home shortly afterwards, and he greeted her at the front door with a hug and a kiss. "Hey, honey, how was work?" Logan asked. "Oh, you know. It was work." She never was great at articulating her feelings towards menial tasks, like work, or school. The last four days that she came home she asked the same question, and today would be no different. She put her hands up Logan's shirt, and popped the question. "So... did they come yet?" He was beginning to think that she was even more excited for this than he was. Perhaps that was true. "Yes they did, honey. I think you'll like what you see," he said in a soft and comforting tone as he kissed her once again on the lips. "Not as much as you will, I bet," she said with a wink as she hurried to the bedroom. Logan followed. When they arrived, Brittany noticed the large box on the bed. "That's a lot of diapers, honey!" she remarked, half in amazement and half in excitement. "Well you seemed awfully excited," Logan replied. "Oh, I am. I am excited to be your dirty diaper girl, Logan," Brittany said in her sexiest voice, trying her hardest not to sound ridiculous. She failed in her mission and they both began to laugh. "So... do you want me to just... diaper you now?" Logan asked. "Or... is that something you think you should earn?" Brittany was immediately intrigued. "Earn it?" She slowly walked to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and looked up to his eyes. "And how do you propose I do that?" "Well..." Logan replied. "You don't seem to need a diaper. You seem to be a good girl." Brittany smiled and batted her eyes. "Oh? Are you saying you'd like me to prove how much I need to be your dirty diaper girl first?" There she was again, trying her best to make the ridiculous phrase sound sexy - only this time it worked, and quite well. Logan was taken aback. "Well, I'm not going to diaper you without a reason to." Brittany pushed Logan on to the bed and mounted herself onto his lap, facing him forwards. Logan was unsure where she was taking this, until he noticed the relaxed and focused look on her face. "I've been holding it all day," she smiled. It didn't take much time for her bladder to take over. She relaxed every muscle in her body as she stared at him sexily. Here it comes, she thought. And come it did. It started slowly, a slight warm trickle out of her nether regions. The pee began to slowly wet her panties and the short skirt she had worn to work. Logan was silent, aside from his heavy breathing. The silence didn't last long, as her flow sped up considerably and she was now wetting both of their pants full-force. There was a loud and considerable hissing sound emanating from her panties as her hot pee soaked through. It was a veritable flood - she really had been holding it all day. The wetness started at her crotch, and then flowed into his crotch, before finally going to the back of her panties and soaking her ass. It was now running down her legs and onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom. Their eye contact was still locked as a normal look began to sweep over her face again. She was done. "Oops," she smiled and shook her head slightly and began to kiss Logan passionately. This was already the sexiest moment they'd ever had, and it was only just beginning. They furiously made out for a few minutes, before Brittany sat back up on the bed. "Do you have a reason to diaper me now?" she asked. She already knew the answer. Logan laughed to himself as he stood up at the foot of the bed. "Lie down," he advised. She lied on her back and started heavily breathing in excitement. This was the moment she had been anxious about all week, and it was finally here. Logan opened the box of diapers. "Now, I got three kinds for you to try. Just tell me which one you like best." he told Brittany. He held up the first diaper, which was mostly white with blue tapes and a yellow wetness indicator. "Not cute enough," she said. "Well then I think you'll like these next ones..." Logan promised as he pulled out the next diaper. They had cartoon bears all over, which faded when wet. She didn't know the second detail yet. "Now that's more my speed," she said excitedly. "I'll keep that in mind," Logan said as he pulled out the third diaper. It was a Pampers Size 7. "Oh honey, I'm not going to fit into those," she said, expressing concern. Logan knew she would, but decided not to push the issue at the moment. "I like the second ones you showed me. With the bears." Logan put the other two diapers back into the box and set it on the floor. "So what do you need me to do right now?" she asked. She hadn't been diapered since she was a baby, so she needed some assistance. "Just lie where you are for now. First off, your skirt is soaked." Logan's pants were, too, but he decided to wait to change out of them. This was his dirty diaper girl's time for a change. He grabbed the skirt by the waist line and pulled it down her legs. When it was off of her he just threw it on the floor. Brittany lifted her legs instinctively. "Oh, you know what's coming next!" Logan shouted in excitement. Brittany laughed to herself while he pulled her soaked panties off. They were pink panties, but her 'accident' had rendered them a much darker color, almost red. "That was quite the accident you had there," Logan winked. "Well you know I can't help myself, honey," she replied with a smile. "Alright now, lift up a bit," Logan advised. She knew exactly what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. Her heart was beating quite heavily. Logan folded out the diaper as Brittany lifted herself from the bed. He laid it down on the surface and slid it underneath her. As soon as it was in position, she sat herself back down onto it. The soft and thick diaper conformed to the curves of her ass in a way that panties never had. She sighed in comfort as she spread her legs for Logan to pull the front of the diaper up. The comfort was now all around her, and she loved it. She held her diaper in place as Logan taped the sides. Once he was done, she smiled and kissed him. "What now, honey?" she asked. She was now in just a diaper and a t-shirt, and she couldn't be more comfortable. She stood to her feet, feeling the diaper conform to her every movement as it crinkled loudly. She admired her diapered ass in a mirror. "I do look pretty damn cute, don't I," she said with a smile. "The cutest," Logan confirmed. Not much happened for a couple of hours. With their hormones mostly out of the way after their wet makeout session earlier, the two decided to sit in the front room to watch a movie. In the middle of the movie, Brittany began to speak up. "You know, I really do like wearing this." Logan smiled, he could hardly believe his ears. "I'm very glad to hear that, honey," he said as he clutched her closer to his side. They kissed and continued to watch the movie. "They're just... so convenient," Brittany started back up again. "I mean I'm just sitting here watching the movie, and I don't have to get up for anything. I can just..." Brittany paused for a brief moment as Logan looked at her attentively. She let out a long sigh as she confirmed his suspicion - she was wetting her diaper. This time it was a slow trickle, but nonetheless relieving. She closed her eyes as she let her bladder expel its contents into her new and sexy underwear. It wasn't like when she wet her panties - it was much better than that. She felt a brief wetness in her crotch, which turned into a simple soft warm feeling almost immediately as it spread to the back of her diaper. Logan paused the television so he could hear the sound of her pee hitting the diaper and sloshing about as it was absorbed by the disposable material. The surprising thing for Brittany was just how soft her diaper became. It wasn't an uncomfortable wet feeling, but rather like her diaper became even more perfectly tailored to her physique. It now felt similar to having a warm pillow between her legs, a comfort which she had never known the likes of. She stood up and twirled around in front of Logan to show her newly wet state. it was the most adorable and beautiful thing he had ever been privy to, seeing the bears on the front starting to fade away and the previously white fabric now become a tinge yellow from her pee. "Oh, cute! The bears went away because I peed on them!" Brittany seemed especially impressed by this. Logan reached for her now wet diaper and grabbed it at the crotch. It was very warm, and now felt a bit heavier. He squished it between his fingers to confirm just how wet it was. He didn't even know how to react. "Do you want to be changed yet?" he asked. "No!" Brittany shouted. "I peed in my panties once before you changed me. This is a diaper, and it doesn't even feel that wet yet. I can go in it a few more times. Besides..." she continued. "This feels way too good to get out of." She sat on his lap once again, and began to rub her diaper along his leg so he could feel the warm wetness. "I don't get it," she spoke up. "Babies seem to hate being wet, but this is the most comfortable I have ever been. Different strokes, I suppose." Logan just stared blankly. He could not be more turned on right now. They moved to the bedroom where they made love - it was definitely making love this time. They did it on top of her open wet diaper on the bed, and it was the best they had ever had. Logan put Brittany back into her wet diaper, and they smiled at each other as they drifted to sleep. Brittany began to wet again, and her diaper had absorbed all of it. "Thank you for this, honey," Logan said. Brittany shook her head. "No, honey, thank you for this." She finished wetting her diaper. She wondered if he noticed. He put his hand on her ass to confirm that he did. He always did know her better than anyone else, and now he knew her as his dirty diaper girl.
  10. RomanticLoser

    pee Dream Love

    Dream Love You can't believe it, Mr. Simmons actually partnered you with Emma, your crush since elementary school, not like she actually ever noticed your existence anyways. Emma is loved by everybody, the popular type except with none of the bitchy characteristics that you would assume if you recently watched Mean Girls. She is unbelievably gorgeous as well, and she's coming to your house! Knock, Knock "Come in!" You shout across the house "Hi Ben!" She says as she walks into your room clutching her books in that cute way you've always admired. She swings her bookbag off of her back and onto your table. "Nice house, are your parents not home?" "No, they are on a cruise, I don't think they get back for another week" You reply, smiling back at her. Deep down you are extremely nervous talking to her, you definitely don't want to mess up this chance to spend time with Emma. You've dreamed up so many different scenarios of this moment, with Her in your room, but you shake off the dirty thoughts. Emma is a good girl, a straight A student, I have to act civilized and try to make her laugh. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched" she asks. You go to the kitchen and grab two sodas, and bring it back to your room and give her her drink. "Thank you very much," she replies smiling, "Do you wanna get started?" "Sure, Russia, the World's Death Star" You and Emma work on the project, doing your research, exchanging laughs and making very good time on the paper. The night is going very well and you and Emma are very much enjoying yourselves. Eventually you both lose focus and begin to just talk as if you were friends for your whole lives. She's fucking perfect, you think to yourself, really wishing that you had gotten the balls to talk to her earlier, as you've missed out on the girl of your dreams your whole life. You learn she's been single since Freshman year, having broken up with her boyfriend because he acted like a child. "I'm a big boy though, look I'm even wearing grown up underwear!" You joke as you pull the elastic waistband on the underwear to show her. The waistband snaps and your hand flies straight up into your face where you punch yourself right in the face. "Fuck!" "OH my god you fucking dork, I'm gonna pee myself!" She yells as she laughs hysterically at you. "Where's your bathroom?" "Our bathroom is actually being remodeled, we don't exactly have a toilet right now" You reply, still laughing. "Wait, then where do you go to the bathroom?" She questions as she squirms. "We go across the street to our neighbors if they're home, they're nice people." "Shit I don't think I can make it across the street." She responds, she begins to look around, as if for something to use, then she looks at you inquisitively for a few moments. "What?" You ask as she continues to stare at you "I don't want to pee myself, and I guess you're cute enough" "What are you talking about?" You question completely confused with what she's saying. "I gotta pee" she says as she begins to take off her socks, then unbuttons her jeans and starts to slide them down her legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" You ask as she continues to take off her panties exposing her cute shaved pussy. "I'm peeing idiot" Emma says as she squats and starts to pee all over your wooden bedroom floor. The piss splashes all over the floor as she releases all of her urine on your bedroom floor. Your cock begins to harden in your pants as you watch your childhood crush pee all over your bedroom floor. She continues until she is completely finished. She looks up at you as you stare down at her. "You know what, I bet you have to pee as well" Emma says as she takes off her shirt and bra, now completely nude in your room. "Pee on me" "You want me to what?" You ask her, realizing that at this moment you'll do whatever she asks. "I pissed on your floor, and in order to make this even you have to piss on something that's mine, but I don't want to ruin my clothes, pee on my tits Ben" "Um..." Where did this come from, she's the straight A student, the good girl, she's not supposed to be naked in my room right now. "Pull that cock out doofus" Emma demands. You follow her orders, you take your dick out of your pants and aim it at Emma's boobs. You wait for a moment, admiring this sight in front of you, the girl of your dreams naked in your bedroom sitting in a pool of her piss awaiting your own flow. You begin to pee on her chest, as it splashes and glistens along her curves. She drops her head back and moans in pleasure as you piss until you no longer have any piss left. She's beautiful, with pee all over her body. She smiles at you while you're holding onto your cock. "I'm so hot for you right now, I need more" Emma grins as she leans towards you. "But... I don't have to pee anymore" you reply confused by her actions. "Your cock silly, I need the other stuff" She coyly says as she winks at you. She reaches her hand out for your cock and directs it towards her mouth, slowly taking your rod into her mouth, licking the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around your shaft. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, you look down at her and she stares up at you with her beautiful blue eyes as she continues to suckle on your cock. You look up at your ceiling, moaning in pleasure, as you do your best not to cum too quickly, which is very difficult in this exact scenario. At this moment, you can't think of anything better in your life than this exact moment. Your piss all over the girl of your dreams and she wants more from you. I've marked my territory, she's mine. You are very close to the biggest orgasm of your life and you pull out of her mouth, jerking your cock above her face until you explode a massive cumload, covering her face in more of your seed than you've ever came in your life. You look at her, smiling as she smiles back, "I don't ever want this moment to end, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life all to myself" You tell her, as she wipes the cum out of her eyes smiling. "I love you Ben, I'm yours baby" Emma says lovingly, "As long as I remember I've dreamed of being with you, in this moment, I mean, my dream didn't have this much cum of course" "Do you want a rag to wash yourself?" You offer her a towel, and she waves it off. "I think I want to savor this moment for a little while longer, and everything that goes along with it" Emma says as she stands up and goes over to you, snuggling up against you, piss and cum covered, until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, living your dream life for at least one night, until it all returns to normal. Or is this the new normal?